And back then, it was Eric who had pursued me relentlessly.
He accompanied me whenever I went shopping, replied instantly to every message, remembered every little thing I liked.
I was moved by his sincerity, and that was why I agreed to marry him.
I never imagined that after he proposed successfully, he would turn so cold.
Perhaps… he never loved me at all.
At that moment, the photographers and stylists approached cautiously.
“Miss Bennett, we…”
I gave a bitter smile. “You can all go. I’ll transfer the final payment to your accounts. My wedding is canceled.”
They nodded silently, gave me a sympathetic look, and left.
With a sigh, I turned to head home and change out of my gown.
But just as I reached the doorway, a sudden roar startled me.
I turned and saw a motorcycle charging toward me.
I jumped back in fright.
The bike screeched to a halt, and two thugs leapt off.
They smirked, “Hey beauty, wearing a wedding dress—who are you trying to seduce?”
Shocked and furious, I snapped, “Leave right now, or I’ll call the police.”
They exchanged a glance and sneered, “Go ahead. We’re regulars at the station anyway.”
One of them lunged at me while the other pulled out his phone, leisurely recording.